Sunday, 25 December 2016

Cozy burial vault.

Why is the end so appealing?
Was there a beginning?
Why isn't the middle exciting?
Isn't it leading to the end?
Dying to live up expectations.
Dying to pursue the dreams.
Dying to make the plans work.
Dying for the future days.
Can you see the yellow bees?
Little lillies aside the meadows?
Heard the cuckoo's new song?
Seen toads hopping to puddles?
Oh.
Yes.
You haven't opened your eyes yet.
And you.
Have you closed it as they said?
Your burial vault will be sweet.
You can watch it's dead black roof.
Forever and more.


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